Ebb and Flow...

It plays its ways

To a new generation

Unseen as the wind,

It leaves its mark

Time is a tide;

A seamless succession

Of birth and death

And light and dark

…it splays in days;

Tips trays of wonder

Green-kissed frost

And mauve-mist dale

Seasons salted

With swift splendor

Gift to earth

From heaven’s grail

…always waking,

Taking, leaving

Laughter, grief;

Time’s ebb and flow

Courses; forces

Through our being

An eternal

Letting go

© Janet Martin

This is another Matter of Time poem. 

After going to the same cottage for vacation year after year,

sitting at the end of the same dock year after year, 

becoming keenly aware of how much changes year after year,

in spite of what remains the same year after year,

the matter of time can take the idle, summer-sunset-intoxicated mind on quite a stroll!